The Endless Magnet Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

Where Titanics sink, how yachts can be saved
Truth is often silent, lies are raved.

A magnet becomes powerless out of its field
Then on iron no effect it can yield.

But a magnet has no limited field or border
More compelling than death is its order.

First it attracts eyes, then heart, then body
Even high intellect here becomes noddy.

Like a master it beckons, like slaves hearts obey
Quick response it demands, without any delay.

A slippery slope where wisdom can't walk
Shrewdness can't escape, no design to chalk.

From toe to head, attraction embodied
All rich gold and silver purified.

Cheeks, lips, breast, thighs attract lifeless statues
How surging youth can withstand attributes.

Physical presence is not necessary
Dream, screen, paper all are accessory.

For her not only heaven is lost
But also hell bought, but at what cost.

Come what may! the magnet has a great pull
Against which no advice is helpful.

May we be saved from this magnet's effect!
We don't know how its pull we can reject.